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For now, though, I need to protect myself without hurting Cody. I know that he wanted me to fuck him tonight, but I don’t think I could stop myself from blurting out my feelings for him if I did. That, or I might end up tying him to the bed and not letting him leave tomorrow. That’s probably not the solution.Not yet, anyway.
Maybe I can distract him with other new fun things.
We can still hook up, keep it casual for now, and I’ll just ignore the feelings of impending dread that arise when I think about how long it will be before I see Cody again after tonight.
CHAPTEREIGHTEEN
Cody
Beck’s condo is incredible, easily the fanciest building I’ve ever stepped foot in. There’s marble and chandeliers everywhere, a sleek modern aesthetic complemented by intricate moldings and ornate furniture that I’d expect in an older building. Not to mention the doorman and multiple security guards in the lobby. Beck scanned us into the private penthouse elevator, and even though it took us right to his floor, it felt like the ride lasted forever.
There’s tension between us right now, and I can’t tell if it’s theI need you nakedkind or something else, especially with how quiet he’s being.
He keeps giving me very heated glances like he wants to devour me, but then he looks away just as quickly like he’s holding something back. I know that the distance between us has been a stressor, but I’m hoping that he’ll feel more comfortable once we can finally touch each other.
The elevator opens into a decent-sized entryway, and we step through into a gorgeous state-of-the-art kitchen. Everything is dark and sleek—black cabinets and black quartz counters, with dark walls and furniture. It all feels cozy in the large space, and it seems to fit Beck’s vibe perfectly.
There are huge floor-to-ceiling windows on the far side of the room looking out over the lit-up skyline and the vast, dark expanse of what must be Lake Michigan.
We both pause in the large open-concept living room, full of pictures of his family and friends, and he turns to face me. Without saying anything, the tension breaks, and we collide into each other’s embrace—a tangle of desperate kisses and groping hands.
My blood had been rushing south since the elevator ride in anticipation of finally being alone together, and my cock is now aching to break free of my pants. I grind into Beck as I kiss down his jaw and neck, wanting to taste every inch of him.
He pushes me toward the deep sectional that’s taking up most of the room, stripping me down and forcing me back until I’m completely naked and falling onto it with a laugh.
I twist to get comfortable, lying back like I would on a bed, propping myself up with some pillows. Beck quickly sheds his clothes and grabs a bottle of lube from the end table, tossing it next to me. I quirk a brow at its location.
“I like to be prepared,” he says with a smirk. The bottle looks pretty full, though, like maybe he prepared specifically for my visit.
Beck is unbelievably hot as he crawls up the couch until he’s on his hands and knees above me, trapping me under him.
“Hey, Goldie.” His tone is practically a growl with how low his lust-drunk voice sounds.
I let out an embarrassing whimper and attempt to pull him down onto me fully. Our rock-hard cocks rub together and even that feels spectacular.
I thrust my hips up into him, desperate for more, but Beck lowers his weight to sit back and straddle me. He’s sitting up at the perfect angle to line up our erections, and he grabs the bottle of lube. Beck gives himself a few rough strokes, slicking his cock, then does the same to mine. His firm grip feels so unbelievably good, I could fall apart right now if I’m not careful.
Then he blows my fucking mind when he wraps his hand around us both.
I gasp as he moves his fist up and down, twisting and squeezing with just the right amount of pressure. But the really mind-blowing part is how amazing it feels to have our cocks rubbing together. The swollen heads bumping and dragging against each other as we both thrust our hips, fucking up into the warm, wet channel his hand creates has me desperate for release already.
“Who knew that other dicks could be so fun?” I manage to get out after a needy moan.
“I’ve always known,” he says with a smug grin.
“Well, thanks for sharing,” I tease. He continues to work us both, and the sight is so fucking hot. I try to take in every detail of our cocks rubbing together, knowing how often I’ll want to remember exactly what it looks like when we’re not in the same city again. Beck’s movements feel so good, and I’ve been so desperate for us to be together again, that I’m worried I won’t last much longer. “Fuck, Beck, I’m seriously so close already. This feels amazing.”
“Come for me.” His voice has that growly undertone, and there’s no mistaking his words as anything other than the command that they are.
“I don’t want this to be over yet,” I say with an edge of panic.I really wanted him to fuck me tonight.
Beck looks at me indulgently before he continues, picking up the pace of his movements and making it really difficult for me to even focus on what he’s saying. “I won’t last either, we’ve been apart for too long. Come for me. Paint our bodies in your release. I'm right behind you."
“I want as many rounds as possible before tomorrow,” I insist, still trying to hold back. How is it possible to already be craving more of him, even though he’s right here, making me feel incredible?
“Baby, I need you to be a good boy and come for me,” he says in that deep, commanding tone.
His term of endearment, combined with the demand and potential for praise, makes me lose all hope of prolonging this orgasm. I let out a strangled cry, my muscles tense, and my cock jerks, cum shooting all over my abs and chest as waves of pleasure crash violently through me.
